Rachel tossed her gold curls to the side and cast me a devilish glance. For weeks I had watched her flirt and tease on the dance floor, so I knew that she was quite accustomed to dancing up against hard dicks, but having this effect on her friend's boyfriend seemed to give her a forbidden thrill.

Melissa, however, seemed to realize exactly what kind of havoc her game was wreaking as she leaned in from behind to suck gently on my earlobe. Rachel squealed gleefully. Seeing that all bets were off, she made sure that my dick felt every inch of her body as she wiggled down to the floor.

With her words loudly ringing in my ears, I increased my attentions. I was everywhere and nowhere. I was firm and gentle. I was fast and slow. I was deep inside and out and imperceptible. She took my hands and gripped them with unusual strength. Her head pressed hard back into the pillow. Her stomach muscles tightened. Her legs went completely rigid. She took in a huge breath of air. I knew what this meant. This was her orgasm beginning to take hold of her body, piece by piece, muscle by muscle.

I was amazed, Cassie never swallows, but there was something about that night that had turned her into a savage animal and she held him there as his body convulsed, shooting his semen into her mouth. I could see his body jerk as he shot his load. Seven, eight, nine times he must have spurted. Cassie gamely tried to take it all but to no avail, it was too much for her.

When he'd finished jerking, she pulled herself off my rod and removed his softening dick from her mouth, cum running down her chin. She turned to face me like that and I almost shot my own load, the love of my life looked that sexy. She turned to Carl.

Dee clutched Sarah to her, even as the older woman's legs spread wide. Sarah drew her knees up slightly and rocked herself against Dee. Her pussy was drenched already and her clit cried out for contact with another body.

"Sarah," gasped Dee. "Your shorts. Please. Take them off. They are too rough against me."

Sarah moaned in dismay. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She raised her body slightly, rolling to one side and unfastened the offending garment. As she slid down the zipper, other fingers caught the hem and pushed the shorts and her panties down her legs.

So we laughed about the somewhat inhuman expression that escaped from my mouth and relaxed a bit. We broke our embrace, stood apart from each other and fidgeted around a bit. I started to apologies for the gross sound while laughing still. She assured me that there was nothing to apologies for and gave me a hug. And what a hug it was! She was so warm, and sweet. We remained entangled in our hug while we again looked into each other's eyes. The laughter subsided with the typical clearing of throats; a polite cough or two and a few last minute sighs and squeaks.